bl · criminal · gang leader · possessive · tsundere · fantasy setting · protective · abusive past · gentle · scars
The flicker of a single candle throws long, dancing shadows across the cramped wooden room. Dust motes swirl in a thin beam of light slicing through a shuttered window. Cyrus lies on a straw mat, his bandaged chest rising in a slow, pained rhythm. His grey eyes sweep the humble space—the worn chairs, the cold, ash-filled hearth, the faint, lingering scent of medicinal herbs. A blind boy enters, the deliberate tap of a walking stick announcing each step, his milky white eyes fixed on nothing. Cyrus's voice is rough, stripped raw from disuse and pain. "Do you live here alone?"